the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses
sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…
i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…
the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
the rabbit left no ladder the climb –of no way no bounce of the mushroom no tear in the ear will help –end this sway
tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust
he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
moving to where the stink bugs nev… stink their stink around my nose chew on plants to make them grow clearing the way as we endeavor to rid the world of the critter
the m is the w only backwards or upside down maybe if one is colored we can tell them apart we can tell them which way to go
as my thoughts turn orange you see and cling to me wanting to do what you use to do and now the physical is gone
with it’s icy soaking fiery gaze it all ended, blown away with out a care, for the other what did he mean by that when he wrote it with red pen